Iromar is an okay place to live, but I can't hang out there all the time. My legs want to move, and my mind needs some new territory to look at every now again, and some new faces. I get tired of the same faces, bored of the same old thing every day, and the stars were telling me to get out of Iromar the next day. And well? Here I am, the next day, without stars to guide me. I will do as they wished, my ebony paws directing my growing, lean form out of the swamps and along the river.
I am growing more and more, and my figure is starting to really take shape now. I find that my hips, perhaps, sway a bit more than before, and that my raven-hued visage becomes more defined. I would say that I am a rather attractive female I think. And why do such thoughts even come to my mind? I am not quite sure. I know look better than some ragged brown mud-wolf. I hold the mystery of black with the pop of my russet red , and a touch of silver on my belly for good measure. I just want to be better than other females, that is all.
Perhaps my mind was lost in how good looking I am, and also how awesome I am at fighting too, at least I think, when my nice brisk walk along the river is interrupted. Someone steps from behind a nearby bush. My head twists to them as I pause mid-step, the dark hairs of my hackles ruffling slightly in a reaction that I unfortunately cannot prevent. My blue eyes like sapphire jewels among the sky lock onto his. It takes me a moment. I see the intense blue eyes, the shape of his form and the red of his coat. He is more refined, more formed and larger than I last saw him, thus why it took a moment, but once it comes together my raised paw lowers as I stand to look at him. I roll my shoulders back, my head lifted as my lips curl in a smirk.
"You here to jump off a cliff for me again? How sweet," I jest, my form lightly stepping closer to him, turning my frame before him so that I do not completely face him head on, but slightly to the side as well as I observe him. My, how he has changed since he but a runt in the darkness of the cliffs, with the only the moonlight to illuminate our smaller bodies. It was him, this I know, and I didn't really expect to see him again.
"Well, come on, I don't have all day, and why don't you add in a somersault in this time for good measure, hm?" I tease. I highly doubt he could do it, anyway.
Belhara